Puppy Love


Puppy love, aka a simple infatuation or crush, is often felt by young people in adolescence. Most of us have probably experienced this at some point growing up. And most of us were probably completely “heartbroken” when our little crush didn’t turn into some serious, committed relationship before we even learned how to drive a car. 13e19d549c46ead0101c73b767adb492

As I’ve mentioned before, I started writing poetry when I was really young. Recently, I found a lot of my old poems I submitted to a poetry website well over a decade ago.

It’s so amusing to read all of these sad love poems I wrote when I was like 12. Really, Kayla? Love at 12. Hahahaha. You’d swear I had just lost the love of my life when in reality I had never even had my first kiss yet. Talking about being in someone else’s arms or missing their lips on mine when none of these things had EVER happened before. Omg, how ridiculous. I had quite the imagination!!! Maybe too many PG-13 chick flicks?!?!?! I’m going to blame A Walk to Remember, 10 Things I Hate About You, and all those other awesome late 90’s – early 2000’s movies that I spent my weekends watching (OMG the FEEEELS) e85de05d6a530439f280d42b843487c8894d2c7cbb045f4267396a2182fddeb4

Anyway, thought I’d share a couple today. The poems themselves are pretty cheesy but even cheesier realizing a little 12 year old sat at her desk in the afternoons writing these and daydreaming of boys that probably still thought girls had cooties. My mom must have started checking to see if I was sneaking out late at night… or if I was starting to sneak boys in. LOL.


I’m sorry I can’t be perfect, but I’ll try my best anyway

I’m sorry I’m not good enough, will you ever love me someday?

I want to be with you, always and forever

But It’s too late and you don’t want me… ever

I’ll continue to waste my love on you and I’ll continue to hope

And when it’s time to move on, me and grief will cope

I’ll be sad for a long time and I’ll miss you much

But I can’t love you forever if your feelings aren’t such

I’m sorry I’m not good enough and sorry for wasting your time

I’m sorry that I can’t help it… that all I wish is that you were mine


If I had to guess, the person that poem was about probably had NO clue I liked him. I mean.. I’m writing about wasting love on him and wishing he was mine when he was (probably) off playing football and video games and had no clue I existed. I tended to do that a lot when I was little: crush on boys that I had never talked to before lol. Oh and the part “I want to be with you always and forever” hahahaha WOW. Well I surely wasn’t afraid of commitment before even turning into a teenager! WINNING.

Empty Thinking

Sitting here thinking that there’s an empty space in my bed

And you’re dancing in circles around in my head

Staring at the clock, watching the time go by

It’s been awhile now, yeah it’s been awhile

I’m remembering what it’s like to smile

I’m empty without you here, baby

Oh, life is just not quite the same

You’re to blame, you’re to blame

Wishing on shooting stars and 11:11s

Trying not to cry, please don’t make me cry

I’ll give happiness one more try

But every song… everything reminds me of you

Of us and all the things that we would do

I miss you and it’s hell here when you’re gone

Every second seems too long

You took my heart, you took my smile

Oh boy, it’s been awhile

Okay first off.. it’s been awhile? More like.. never. It’s been never since I had been with anyone. Where the hell did I come up with this romantic shit? Although I do remember any shooting star, 11:11, or dandelion was used for wishing for a boyfriend. Boy crazy, much?!


Well I think it’s safe to say, I probably scared the shit out of almost any guy that I was ever semi interested in by writing poems and having romantic fantasies in my head… and by just being totally creepy. Someone should have told me to worry more about playing with dolls or something. 😉 Hope y’all got a giggle or two out of my silliness!